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Post #199
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Apparently Gabacho is a character I ought to pay more attention to. Readers seem to like him.
But for
today, it’s a piece of flash fiction.
* * * * *
BEN
AND JEFF
Puffy white clouds with blue underbellies stacked up to the east, hiding the sun, but the rest of the sky was a clear cobalt over the two friends lying in the grass of a fallow field on a rare day off from school and chores. Jeff looked his age, while Ben appeared two years younger than his buddy. But in truth, he was eighteen, as well.
“Ben?”
“Yeah?”
“What you thinking about?”
“Sex.”
Jeff came up on his elbow and
scowled. “Not either.”
“Am too.”
No you’re not.” Jeff waved an
arm over Ben. “You always puff up down there when you’re thinking about sex.”
“Not always.”
“Do too.” Jeff pointed. “See,
you’re doing it now.”
“Course I am. You’re looking
at it.”
“Hard not to when it’s growing
like that.”
“Wouldn’t be growing if you
weren’t looking.” Ben paused. “What’re you thinking about?”
“Well… sex now, since you
brought it up.”
“You asked.”
“I was gonna say that cloud
over there looks like a dragon.”
Ben pointed. “Yeah, and that
one over yonder looks like the state I’m in.”
Jeff squinted. “Does, kinda.
But it looks more like mine. Bigger.”
“Ha! How do you know it’s
bigger?”
“I’m bigger’n you are all
over. ’Sides, I’ve seen you in gym class.”
Ben snorted. “Not like this,
you haven’t. You think you’re bigger, prove it.”
“I’m not in your condition.”
“Well, get there so we can
measure.”
“Measure? How’d talk about
clouds end up being about measuring our things?” Jeff wanted to know.
“Didn’t start out that way.
Started out me answering your question about sex.”
“Wasn’t a question about sex.”
“You getting off the subject.
You afraid to measure?” Ben looked down at himself. “Look, it grew some more.”
Did seem that way. His
britches looked like a miniature tent. Jeff glanced around nervously.
“Somebody’s gonna see.”
“Come on! Nobody in this field
except for us. Besides, we’re kinda in a little hollow. You sound like you’re
afraid to measure.”
“Not afraid. Don’t know why
I’d want to do it, that’s all.”
“Well, hell!” Ben exclaimed,
grabbing his trousers and jerking them down. “Now you’ve seen mine, so you
gotta show me yours.”
“No law says that,” Jeff exclaimed,
beginning to squirm a little.
Ben fished for something to
say. “Law of equal friendship.”
“What the hell. That’s not a
law.”
“If it’s not, it oughta be.
Come on.”
Jeff reluctantly tugged his
britches down. “There.”
“Crap, you gotta get it hard
if we’re going to measure fair and square.”
“Aw….”
Ben reached for him. “Here,
I’ll do it for you.”
Jeff’s eyes scanned the
horizon frantically as he batted Ben’s hand away.
“Like I said, nobody around.”
Ben reached for him again.
This time, Jeff just lay back
while his buddy massaged him. Felt kinda good. Good enough to get him aroused.
“Damn!” Ben exclaimed. “You
wasn’t kidding.” He scooted over so their hips touched. Man, you way bigger
than I am. I cede the field to a superior force,” he rambled, thinking he’d
read something like that somewhere. But he kept on holding onto Jeff, and
pumping his fist just a little.
“Uh,” Jeff mumbled, unable to
keep his hips from moving.
That made Ben bolder. He
pumped harder. “Feel good?”
“Uh… guess so.”
“So you do me. Fair’s fair.”
“I don’t know….”
Ben grabbed Jeff’s hand and
pressed it down on himself. “Fair’s fair,” he repeated.
Both of them grew a little
more as they lay side by side, Ben’s left leg over Jeff’s right, fists moving,
first at a leisurely pace, then more urgently.
The clouds had moved over half
the sky and turned a bit grayer by the time both boys spasmed and lay breathing
heavily, as if unwilling to be the first to move or speak, and both thinking
that if there wasn’t a law about mutual relief… there ought to be.
After writing
this, I realized it’s one of the very few pieces I’ve written from the
omniscient point of view. For non-writers, that means you know what both
characters are thinking simultaneously, and are not limited to the awareness of
the “viewpoint character.” Seems to work all right here. Be interested in
knowing if you think it worked.
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